Laundry Horror Tales
- Alicia Suzann McNatt
- Mar 10, 2024
- 2 min read
Updated: Mar 11, 2024
He was a short, squat dark skin man with close crop hair that twisted in circles like farmers' crops' aerial designs, and he had a proud beard that hovered in front of him like an erected bush of cinder coals. He was an obviously trusted trucker because was informing the other dudes in the laundry room about the new mirrors our company had been testing out on his truck as part of the pilot program. Soon, alot of the new models will have them installed!
His audience was comprised of two men: There was a tall and waif-like trucker with caramel cream light skin with a gentle soul he wore through his facial expressions. Another listener left no impression about his appearance other than, to toss out a bedraggled do-not-ask-me-anything energy along with, and on the side- I've a night storm colored attitude. They both listened quiet, and so I moved behind all of the truckers to begin adding some laundry to a washer.
I made sure no one was in line behind me and nodded to our trucker colleague about his experience and encouraged him to tell more about his over the road experiences, and asked if his truck had a CB radio because I wonder if I want one. He began talking about a story he heard over the CB radio.
"There was a woman who was driving and a group of motorcycles passed her, but one cycler sped up even faster and tried to go in front of her truck, instead of steering into the left lane and riding along behind his motorcycle group...." he looked around at us all, his shiny eyes contacting ours to make sure we paid attention.
"The man and his motorcycle bike shot forward onto the wall the road was twisting along, and it was so fast then the bike bounced straight through her windshield with the rider still on it!," his voice grew so quiet the caramel sweet man did not hear him say,"and the biker was beheaded and his head fell right onto her lap!"
"What?" said the softer man.
He tossed in his generic underwear to the dryer and started a new topic.
"Hey," he said, "did you hear about what happened yesterday on the Clark Memorial, Louisville bridge?" No we all said.
"In Tennessee, a truck driver who she had been driving forever, she fell off of the bridge yesterday! They say all she was hanging by was the kingpin to keep her hanging up and dangled from the edge!"
TRUE STORY
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